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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

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The Brothers Grim



Driving home down a dark and winding country road on the Fourth of July, this charming bit of dialogue was offered up for our on-board entertainment:
Eight Year Old: (with theatrical flourish) What are ghosts made of? Slips and slots and CHEWED UP CHILDREN!

Six Year Old: (merrily) And mostly dead people!

Apparently, if you were high on fudge brownies and fireworks, it was hysterical.


Independence Day morning poured rain by the bucketful. Here's my ghostly crew haunting the driveway in their ponchos.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Laylabean said...

What the? Where did they ever come up with that theory? Hilarious!

12:32 PM  
Blogger thethinker said...

That's probably going to give me nightmares.

12:46 AM  

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